Xiao Mao

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We have two strays that come to our door for food. I want to feed them but the landlady says no.

Submitted: August 06, 2016

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You come to the doorstep every night,

On a gait that insists you belong;

You come to the threshold for a bite,

On a cry that insists is song.

 

And sometimes your wish is granted,

Though like all good deeds must be hidden;

And sometimes you take them for granted,

For you are the mom of a kitten.

 

And sometimes I’m forced to abstain,

Though no special good comes of this;

I must turn you out to the rain,

For no good deed goes unpunished.

 

This is what it is I’m afraid;

You must move on with your stray.

You’re a nice friend but you cannot stay,

Not in this house anyway.

 

But perhaps in my own one day.


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